Pickles the Maine Coon

It all began one day in Rabin County, Georgia.

In the middle of the isolated woods, there was a lost Maine Coon cat looking for food and water. He is a beautiful, strong cat with darker markings of black and brown. Maine Coon cats favor raccoons, with strips on their face and tail. This cat was nosing around, trying to find a morsel of food.

Amongst the garbage and trash, there was a medium size pickle jar was laying down on it’s side. Being a curious cat, the Maine Coon stuck his head into the jar. Unfortunately, the jar was a little tight. The cat started backing up, twisting his head, trying to ungrip the hold on his head. It was of no avail. The jar was stuck.

If you were to come upon this cat in the woods, you would think he looks like a crazy astronaut cat—with a glass bubble on his head. Someone sees the cat and calls the Humane Society. They come out and try to catch him, but he runs away.

Two more weeks go by. No food, no water. Only a pickle jar helmet. The Humane Society arrives and try (once again) to catch the cat. He is hiding on top of a washer and drier. The Humane Society worker tries to corner him, but he jumps down. Crash. The glass breaks and the cat is free. The worker is still concerned, because the rim of the broken pickle jar is around his neck, sort of like a collar.

The Humane Society carefully catches the cat, remove the broken rim, and free him from a life in a pickle jar.

Today, people always ask about my cat’s funny name. I smile and say, “Do you have a minute? I have a great Pickle Jar Story.”